Throughout the night, I'd stick to Sarita's side like a leech because I wouldn't forgive myself if I missed any of her remarks. She's already blessed us with many gems of phrases ("I sleep with my ass up in the air, naked, and in silk bed sheets" and what became household in Spain "What's going on?! What treachery is this?!") but, considering she always gave hilarious interviews, I know she would be on fire.
At the end of the cocktail party, once we've all mingled, Montiel would retake the stage and, before signing off for the night, she'd kick off "La violetera," her iconic song about a pretty girl who sells violets ("La violetera," 1958) Sara will be holding a basket full of flowers -- and I'll buy out her stock -- but, before the song is over, before the curtain closes in front of her, I'll gift them all back.